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<< Back | By John Rothmaker |
I remember a time before I was truly me, somewhere deep in my being. I remember the sea, and I remember a feeling of loss. Then I remember flowing from the fog of the endless blue to the shore on a chilling morning. Weather I was carried by the water, or carried by the fog, I am here now and must contend with what I have.
My original Journal was full of childish musing and memory, but this place has changed my perspective. I have walked the shores of Gateway Island and Golemus. I have seen the coast from Loreroot and the Paper Cabin. I have been stalked by shadows in the Lands of the East. I have walked the caverns beneath Marinds Bell. I have been lead through the shadows of the Necrovion and have witnessed the burning of untold tomes. I have looked below and above, and walked the halls of Deathmarrow. I have been to the land of the dead without suffering an untimely fate. I have grown. I have learned. I have built. I have destroyed.
When I first arrived I was little more then a roughly shaped cloud of energy. I could talk faintly and influence the world around me only slightly. I passed the trials to bring myself to the mainland and slowly grew my power.
Times change. Drive or be driven.
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